Copyright 2000 M.D. Burke

The Storm and the Sentinel My heart has always been a storm Waves crashing against my soul I stand on the balcony and The wind laughs in my hair I look out and see the moon shimmering on a black ocean I am a sentinel Standing watch, waiting for Loves embrace But as morning cries out and the candles have grown cold My spirit is once again laden with sadness for I witness Traveling souls that pass unseen The darkness of my blood will shed light upon the wilderness And tomorrow night, I will stand watch again My heart has always been a storm